Reaching for the Sky
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Reaching for the Sky
- Quest giver
- Pameka
- Location
- Tuliyollal (X:16.6, Y:11.3)
- Quest line
Wachumeqimeqi Quests
┗ Epistles by Pameka Quests- Level
- 98
- Required quest
Ever Greater, Ever Brighter- Required items
- 6 Mamool Ja Cover Components
- Requirements
- Carpenter
Leatherworker
Weaver - Experience
275,520- Previous quest
Written in Stone- Next quest
- A Place in the Sun
- Patch
- 7.0
- Links
- EDB GT TC
Pameka is eagerly awaiting her next commission.
— In-game description
Rewards
Steps
- Deliver the Mamool Ja cover components to Pameka.
Journal
- Pameka is eagerly awaiting her next commission.
- Pameka's drive to record local folklore has grown ever more fervent since your journey to Worlar's Echo, and she insists on improving the quality of her craft to more accurately represent the stories you will preserve in parchment. In timely fashion, Zemoweni arrives, ready to entertain with a tale from the Mamool Ja, and Pameka sends you out to procure the materials you will need for the endeavor.
- ※Minimum collectability rating for this delivery is 260. Delivering items with a rating of 530 or more will earn greater rewards.
- Zemoweni tells the story of a Doppro youth who, against all odds, tamed a winged beast and took to the sunlit skies above. With the image of the cloudless heavens still fresh in your mind, you bind the book with an azure cover, invoking the glorious sights the youth may have seen while in flight. Zemoweni is grateful for your efforts, but finds himself perplexed by the thought of his own village's stories fading from history...
Dialogue
In order to undertake this quest, you must first complete the main scenario quest “Ever Greater, Ever Brighter.”
Forename! Just the person I wanted to see.
Our journey to Worlar's Echo gave us countless insights, don't you think? Into my own family history, the Dawnservant's wish for this nation, and the myriad ways by which our diverse peoples tell their stories.
I feel readier than ever to transcribe more tales for Zemoweni!
Well, you two look happier than a pair of rroneek in the sun. Has something happened?
Zemoweni! Impeccable timing.
I'm back from my journey of ancestral discovery and bring with me a freshly penned tome of family tales. Might I persuade you to read it?
It would be my honor! No better way to put my reading skills to use.
I'd also like to make improvements upon my writing, but I suspect it will be some time before I can pen anything like you can.
Speaking of, a Mamool Ja customer came in the other day and entertained us with some wonderful stories. Perhaps we can compile them in a book.
Of course! We'll begin our preparations straightaway.
To cover our Mamool Ja tome, we ought to include materials from Yak T'el. In the meantime, I'll clean my pens and ready our parchment!
Don't worry about me. I've got Pameka's book to keep me occupied while you make your preparations.
For this next tome, we will need materials from Yak T'el—preferably from the Ja Tiika Heartland.
Fine work as always. The finished cover I can almost grasp in my mind's eye...but what sort of Mamool Ja tale will rest inside it?
What detail you've achieved in your craftsmanship! Forgive me for saying so, but your treatment of these Yak T'el materials is the most impressive I've seen thus far. Bravo!
Ahem. This tale was told to me by a Mamool Ja of the Doppro clan.
The Doppro have long been known for their skill as mounted warriors. But their mounts were not only meant for warfare. This is an age-old story passed down through generations and generations...
There once lived a Doppro youth, bound by the creed of his people: to seek a land blessed by sunlight. For this elusive paradise, they searched endlessly. Fought endlessly.
Compared to his warrior friends, however, the youth was ill-suited for battle. He and his wivre were entrusted not with weapons, but a cart with which to deliver parcels.
“Would that I could ride a winged mount,” the youth thought. Upon it, he could breach the thick canopy of the forest and gaze upon the splendor of the sun.
Day after day, he wandered the forest, hoping to tame a flying beast of his own.
Yet his frail physique proved a burden. Again and again, he was thrown from the spirited creatures, until his comrades laughed to see his fruitless, dogged attempts.
Still, the youth was determined—and after countless failures, he gained mastery over a beast known as Relmuzaxaal. He became the first of his people to sit astride a winged creature!
Right away, the youth went to his aging parents and taught them how he had achieved his feat. Then leaping upon Relmuzaxaal, he took to the skies. Higher and higher he flew towards the canopy...until finally, he disappeared.
He never returned home again, but it is said he found the land of sunlight his people searched for.
The techniques he left would be learned by all Doppro, and to this day it is not uncommon to see riders upon winged mounts, basking in the sunlight upon the winds.
What an alluring azure hue. Like the depths of a cenote untouched by sunlight—or the deep blue sky that the Doppro youth yearned for? A complicated and beautiful color.
What sort of impression did you get from the story, Forename?
What will you say?
I was glad the youth's valiant efforts paid off!
I wonder if he found what he was looking for...
Instead of spilling blood to gain his promised land, he honed his skills and borrowed a different strength, which bore him away to lands unknown... A praiseworthy story, indeed. The kind you hope truly happened!
Given the volatile setting of wartime, he might have been struck down by an enemy and simply lost among the trees... But that's hardly the ending I'd like to imagine.
We may never be able to return to the past and discover the truth for ourselves. But we can carry our feelings about them into a future they help create.
Writing a book of tales does just that, I think. It entrusts our hopes and feelings to those who follow after.
In other words, if no one carries on those hopes and feelings, they might be lost forever...
The stories that I've told and you've penned—they are each filled with the history and aspirations of their respective peoples.
But my people have not a single written record. Our oral tradition is utterly unknown to those outside our community.
Were we to vanish one day, we would leave not a trace of our existence behind. Our stories would...
Zemoweni...
...Pardon me. My shift starts soon, so I should be off. Thank you for the lovely book.
Pameka is thrilled with your efforts. She now considers you a Binding Authority!
A new quest continuing the story of Epistles by Pameka is now available. Speak with Pameka as a level 100 or above carpenter, leatherworker, or weaver to undertake the quest.